The bells from the chapel outside the Palace of Versailles rang out.
The quiet palace seemed to suddenly awaken. The maids and guards hurried down the corridor, “Pay attention to the carpet and the dust on the curtains...”, “There’s also the Parliamentary papers that need to be presented”, “The King will arrive in five minutes...”
The first guard raised his head and bowed to the player in front of him, “Marquise.”
Wu Jin held the card in his hand and accepted the identity of the Marquise de Pompadour without any change in expression. He quietly moved his chair towards to sit near the entrance to the Council Hall, speaking quietly with Vera.
The guard whispered to his colleague on duty, “Why does the Marquise seem to be sitting so... obediently?”
“......” Wu Jin quickly changed his sitting position and tried to appear more domineering.
From over ten meters away, Dolma Entertainment’s Qin Jinbao was closely monitoring Wu Jin’s actions and discussing them seriously with his teammate, “Contestant Wu is sitting there... what’s the meaning behind that move?”, “There must be a reason––”, “Now what?”, “Follow him.”
One minute later, Qin Jinbao and his teammate moved their chairs over to sit near Wu Jin.
The chief guard bowed once again to Qin Jinbao, “Marshal Saxe!”
Wu Jin smiled as he turned his head back to exchange a friendly handshake with Qin Jinbao even as he flipped through the pages of the history covering the two major wars in his mind.
He lowered his voice and explained to Vera, “One of the three French Marshals. His military theory had a great influence on Napoleon. His combat style had a very distinct personal characteristic––”
He had been very talkative. Before a fight, the Marshal could argue with the other side over ‘whether the English gentleman should shoot first’, or ‘whether the French gentleman should shoot first’ for half a day.
Vera mouthed, “Main faction?”
Wu Jin’s expression didn’t change as he drew a horizontal line in the air. Neutral. Before the Seven Years’ War between Britain and France, Marshal Saxe, whose card was in Qin Jinbao’s hands, had died due to excessive indulgence. Naturally, he had no position in this historical war.
One and a half minutes later, Thin Fire, Ning Fengbei, and Red all appeared. Ning Fengbei seemed to have a very good relationship with Red’s female teammate.
The chief guard greeted Thin Fire, “Cardinal Townsend...”
Wu Jin quickly waved his arm and enthusiastically touched paws with Thin Fire while making a downward gesture to Vera behind his back. Cardinal Townsend, anti-war.
Three minute later, the Jingyi Double C came in. Ming Yao quickly stared at the situation, “Why did they all move their chairs over before sitting! Captain, captain, be careful––let me go first!”
Ming Yao quickly moved a chair, letting it clatter as he positioned it across from Wu Jin.
He’d just wanted to open his mouth to ask Wu Jin about it, but the question suddenly changed, “You took off the clothing before I could touch it. Little Witch, you’re not serious enough about us!”
Wu Jin froze, “Wait-wait a minute...”
Ming Yao turned to Qin Jinbao, “Brother Qin, what are you sitting here for?”
The guard next to him bowed to Ming Yao and said, “Governor of Champagne, His Excellency Soubise...”
Wu Jin’s eyes lit up. He quickly stood up and grasped Ming Yao’s hand for a handshake. Ming Yao resisted, “Wow, don’t gay me! Let me go, let me go! Captain, he’s insisting on touching my hand!”
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
